Page 136 of Broken Dreams
“Hey.”
“Hey? What the hell are you doing? It’s freezing out.”
Yeah, I’m running off adrenaline and pretending the cold isn’t really happening. But it’s late November and it’s definitely freaking cold.
“I need to talk to you,” I tell her.
Addison leans further out. “Now? And why are you throwing rocks instead of calling me?”
“Long story. Can you let me in?”
She rocks back and then tucks her hair behind her ear. “I’ll be right down.”
The window closes and I go to the back door, waiting for her. When the kitchen light goes on, my heart starts to race. All of this is a risk and while I can’t predict the outcome, I know I’ll regret notlaying it all out there.
The door opens and she has her robe wrapped tight around her, the steam from our breath floating toward the sky.
“Do you want to come in?” she asks.
More than anything. “Please.”
She steps back, and I enter, wondering what the next move should be.
I turn to face her, and the need to kiss her is so great, I can’t fucking think. She’s so beautiful. Her blue eyes are trained on mine, her hair pulled to the side of her shoulder, and then she runs her tongue along her lips as she stares back at me.
“Grady...”
Her voice. The ache in it. The way those two syllables fall from her lips makes me so goddamn insane with desire.
It’s not a want.
She’s a need.
I take two steps and her hands grab my face, pulling me to her.
Like two planets, we collide and I kiss her deeply. The moment her tongue touches mine, I’m lost to her. My hands are at her back, clutching her tight to me as she kisses me hard.
“Bedroom,” Addison gets that one word out and I sink down, pulling her into my arms. She doesn’t stop kissing me as I try to carry her. We reach the stairs and I push her against the wall, needing to anchor us.
“Fuck, Addy,” I moan as her hand is in my hair, fisting it as she moves her hips to ride me a bit. “We need to talk,” I manage to say as my thoughts are scattering when she rocks again.
“No talking, just fuck me.”
I groan as I take her mouth again, my fingers under her ass, digging into the flesh.
I turn her so her back is against the stairs and she’s a few above me.
Thank God she’s wearing just a T-shirt.
I pull it up and slide her panties down, tucking them in my pocket.
“One orgasm and then we talk,” I say, as I spread her legs apart and lick her. I feast on her, licking, sucking, and flicking my tongue. She writhes against my mouth and I fucking love it. I love tasting her pleasure, knowing it’s me giving it to her.
She whimpers as she tries to keep quiet. I like pushing her. Making her take risks because the reward is so much sweeter.
“I’m so close. Oh, God. How?” she says, her head thrashing. I watch her face as I move my tongue in different directions against her clit. “So. Good. Grady, don’t stop.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, holding my mouth right where she needs me. I love when she takes what she wants. If I could do nothing but watch her fall apart, I’d be a happy man.
